Chapter 4
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“My King, Oscar came to inform you that his stepdaughter is sick and hospitalized. The guards will have to pick her up from the hospital and not his house.” Sylvia cleverly replied.
“Oh! Oscar is that so?” The King asked firmly.
“Yes, my King,” Oscar replied calmly, trying to hide his fears.
“I will inform my guards then. You may leave”, King Orion commanded.
“My love, inform the guards tonight and go to bed. It's late already.” The King said to Sylvia as he planted a goodnight kiss on her lips.
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The King's guards, Oscar and Eleanor, greeted her as Aurora opened her eyes. She took a glance at the faces. Today was the day.
“Aurora, how do you feel?” Eleanor asked, placing her palm on Aurora’s forehead to feel her temperature.
“I feel anxious,” Aurora responded calmly.
“Aurora the King sent his guards to come and get you, you have to go,” Oscar spoke out.
Aurora lay still as tears welled up in her eyes. She had to accept her fate. There is no going back.
She gradually stood up from the bed, walked straight to the door, and left the room.
Everyone followed, observing her closely. She turned to take a last glance at the hospital. Her face was reddish and covered in tears. She looks at Eleanor, her dear friend.
Eleanor moves closer and hugs her.
“Happy Birthday my girl,” Eleanor whispered with tears. She knew it was going to be the last day to be with her friend.
“I love you.” Aurora sobbed as she disengaged from the hug and headed into the car which was parked in front of the hospital.
“I was supposed to find my mate today. I don't deserve this.” Aurora shed tears thinking of what fate would have for her if her stepfather hadn’t been selfish.
“Ma’am, we are home already.” One of the guards said, tapping Aurora on the shoulder.
“Wow!” Aurora exclaimed at the beautiful castle she saw. It was a tall building like a tower with beautiful lights and colorful flowers. This was her first time being inside the castle because everyone feared the King and never wanted to come close to the castle.
“Good afternoon ma, you're welcome.” An old lady greeted me with a smile.
Aurora returned the gesture without uttering a word. The old lady led her silently into a long walkway, the longest Aurora had seen all her life.
“Here’s your room Ma.” The old lady said, pushing open the door.
“Thank you.” Aurora finally spoke.
Aurora glanced through the room, observing every corner like she was searching for something. She snapped back to the reality of her being a slave. She has a mate who is wandering around searching for her.
She lay on her bed and pondered what this castle had for her. Who was this man she was sold to? She queried herself.
“Good evening, Ma.” The old lady who accompanied her to her room earlier greeted her. With her was a little girl who looked like royalty.
“Dinner will be served in ten minutes and we don't miss dinner here. Ring the bell close to your bed when you are done so I can lead the way,” The Lady said.
“I will, thank you,” Aurora replied coldly, still lying on the bed.
The old lady left the room, leaving Annabelle, who insisted on staying.
“Auntie, I am Annabelle, the King’s daughter.” Annabelle introduced, beaming with a smile.
“I am Aurora.” Aurora simply responded.
“Auntie, you need to prepare for dinner, Granny said. My father, the King, will punish you if you do not partake in dinner.” Annabelle warned, holding her ears.
“I haven’t seen your father since I got here. I want to see him as well, so I won’t be missing dinner,” Aurora responded.
“Not tonight, Auntie. My father seldom joins dinner, but that doesn’t mean we are allowed to do the same. He might not join us tonight, Miss.” Annabelle explained while going through Aurora’s closet for an outfit.
Aurora stared at the beautiful red sequin gown lying on the bed with silver accessories and shoes laid close to it. She couldn't help but smile.
Sylvia was already eating when Aurora and Annabelle came into the dining room.
“Good evening, Ma,” Aurora greeted Sylvia, who only nodded with less attention. There were varieties of food with lots of cutlery.
Aurora began eating. Sylvia’s blue eyes intimidated her. Sylvia is a very beautiful lady with glowing skin and gorgeous eyes. She looked like a work of art molded to perfection. Why then does the King want her? She wondered.
“Why are you in the castle, Auntie?” Annabelle asked Aurora as they walked down to the garden after dinner.
Aurora went speechless for a while. “Why was she here?” she thought.
“Well, you will find out soon,” Aurora responded after she gained composure.
“Auntie, who is your mate?” Annabelle asked innocently.
Aurora was perplexed. She didn't know if this little girl was sent to spy on her, but she wasn't going to entertain her.
“Why do you ask Princess?” Aurora asked.
“My father told me a story last night and he taught me about the mating bond. He said I will find my mate when I turn eighteen,” Annabelle explained.
“Oh!” Aurora mumbled.
“Fate had something else for me, my dear,” Aurora replied.
While discussing with Annabelle, Aurora noticed a shadow that looked like her stepfather's. She carefully accessed the shadow and it was inarguably her stepfather’s shadow.
“What was her stepfather doing in the castle at that time?” Aurora thought as she stood up to move and confirm her instincts.
“Auntie, let us go inside, I am cold already,” Annabelle said as she sniffed.
Aurora retreated and took Annabelle into her room before heading back to hers.
“Welcome my wife!” A voice thundered which left Aurora startled.
Aurora stood motionless for a while. Adrenaline flowed down her veins. The lights had gone off after dinner, indicating it was bedtime, so she couldn't see his face. “It is the King.” She thought.
Slowly, the King pushed open the door behind her. Aurora was still in shock. She didn't know how to react. Her emotions betrayed her.
“You're mine, my wife.” These words were accompanied by a kiss.
Aurora stood still, confused about what to do. Her body was reacting to the kisses and she felt the way she had never felt better.
“Oh!” She softly moaned as the King reached for her boobs. They were soft and little. She felt titillated. She wanted more; she wanted the King.
The King hastily undressed himself. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, fumbling every part of her body as he made his way into her, thrusting in and out and driving her to ecstasy.
Ouch! Aurora screamed as the King bit her on the neck. She could feel blood gushing out of her neck.
“Why did he bite her?” She thought.
Biting a female werewolf is a step in the mating process.
“Was he her mate?” Aurora meditated.
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